I have not, but I feel dammed up, swollen with floodwaters.
I go to my studio thinking, Notice where your attention is moment to moment. Just that.
I paint whatever my gut tells me to paint. Notice one thing and another that doesn't work.
I keep moving, adjusting, trying the next thing.
I apply paint. Scribble ink. Add oil pastel.
I wipe off oil pastel. Go in with more paint.
I sit outdoors on the front porch and add ink. Give a few more swipes with pastel.
Feel a shift.
Notice my attention moving to the tape holding my paper in place. Pull it off.
|Swimming Through Tears|
5x7", acrylic, ink, oil pastels on poster paper